Month: September 2025

Joseph says he sees his deceased wife alive in dreams.
Marilyn says she hears her dead husband talking to her nearly everyday.
A bereaved mother sees visions of her son who died in a war.
A dying woman says she sees her deceased husband waiting
to be with her in the afterlife.
Others say they often experience coincidences they know
are from the dead.
Many people report varying encounters with those passed on.
Could all those people be imaging things, or do the dead some
times not stay entirely dead?

Bob Boyd

At first their love was imbued with bliss.
Everyday felt wonderful, nearly ecstatic.
They knew their love was never ending.
After about six months they couldn’t
believe the initial euphoria had passed.
Their love dimmed. Arguments ensued.
They gradually began drifting apart,
realizing they had nothing in common.
In the end when she left him for another,
and the mirage of true love faded away
to him it all seemed so pointless, and
he never got fooled by love again.

Bob Boyd

Jason, a friend for years, revealed a secret to me.
He bought an inflatable doll on Amazon, and to
his surprise, he said he fell in love with it.
He claimed he bought it only as a curiosity, kind
of like an experiment to see if it could arouse
any romantic feelings in him.
Despite the fact Jason seemed sane, he insanely
claimed the doll talked to him.
I met the doll Jason named Veronica, but I didn’t
hear her talking, except through Jason’s interpretations.
That was ten years ago, and Jason and his blow up doll
are still together, and he says he’s happy.
I will say this. He’s done better with his inflatable woman
then I have with flesh and blood ones.
And far as I can tell, he hasn’t lost his sanity, so maybe
he’s on to something, low maintenance and lasting love.

Bob Boyd

A hurricane blew a Christian church apart.
People wondered where was God.
Why did He let the church be demolished?
Where was the Divine protection?
Were the church members not holy enough?
Had the pastor comitted some grave sin?
As for me, I think some disastors are random
with no regard for the sanctity of a building.
Just as I don’t think praying has ever repaired
a broken down car, I don’t think disasters are
preventable by the holiness of a place of worship.
Of course, maybe there are some exceptions.
But in my belief that would be hard to prove.
I don’t think randomn disasters make any exceptions.
If a church if left untouched by a hurricane when
other buildings are demolished, I think it is more
likely just coincidental and not divine protection.

Bob Boyd

He had no problem with preying on
drunk women.
He had no ethics about it.
He didn’t think of himself as a rapist,
but he was damn close to it.
He enjoyed taking advantage of women
when they were close to unconscious.
He made have thought of those as
just more scores.
I think of them as nefarious, the dark
and soulless action of a monster.

Bob Boyd

I swore I’d never use self service checkouts;
they put people out of work.
But I failed in my noble intentions.
Got tired of standing in lines.
Got hooked on the convenience.
Got seduced by the speed.
Out in minutes, occasionally seconds,
no waiting in long lines.
And sometimes there are no cashiers
and you only have the self service checkouts.

I even go to a grocery store a little further away
than one near me, the checkouts are less busy,
and they have more of them.
Thank God I’m retired because someday
a self service machine probably would have
put me out of work too.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I wonder where they all have gone,
people who disappeared from my past.
People I knew in grade school, like the sweet
little girl, a classmate I used to walk home with
and felt the stirrings of infatuation with. Now I
wonder if I’d known her longer where that
infatuation might have gone. The Hell’s Angel
named Nicky who was a relative of a friend
of mine and offered me a hit of a drug in a club
before a while later he smashed a bat over
a bar patron’s head and with other bikers
blew out of the club and probably never
got arrested. My first love, Pat Curran,
a pretty blonde from New Jersey who
said she would marry me when we got older
only to cheat on me not long after that.
There are so many others, more than I
can count. I’m sure you have that many
people who have disappeared from
your life too.

Bob Boyd

The weather is so fickle here.
Yesterday it was as if fall
had arrived a little early.
I thought the weather was
going to give people a break.
Today it’s up to summer
temperatures again, 78 degrees.
I suspect as in the past the
heat will linger deeper into
this month, September.
Oh how I pine for the
cooler, invigorating weather.

Bob Boyd

Your time is running out
but you don’t want to
think about your upcoming
one way ticket departure
from this tenuous world

sometimes you feel like
you are here forever
except when you wake up
for brief moments and
ponder your impermanence

I don’t blame you one bit
I’ve been the same way
for much of my life

who wants to think of dying
who wants to go to the grave
who wants to think of such
dreadful, depressing things

when you would like to
live forever and die never
especially if everything is
going great in your life

Bob Boyd

She was heart achingly beautiful in her youth
and sexy beyond belief, a living dream many
men dreamed of being with.
Now men who see her just see an unappealing
mishapen, sexless old woman, more like a
nightmare than a dream, and none of them
dream of being with her anymore.
Yet, somehow, she doesn’t seem to care
about the loss of her allure, and I don’t know
how she accepts the loss of her beauty
that amazed men all over the world.
It had to be more devastating than losing
a million fortunes in a disastrous day.
Maybe her mind is more beautiful in it’s
own way, and she sees that beauty is
only superficial and a temporary
treasure in this passing existence
and just doesn’t care about it, like all
those foolishly infatuated men did.

Bob Boyd

No proof of an afterlife exists
according to Scientists, and
I supposed they are right.
But the common threads in
near death experiences
seem as close to proof as
anyone needs for hope in
a continued existence far
from just being eliminated.
They appear as beyond
just having faith in more.
I tend to believe them and
if I’m wrong, I’m okay with
being wrong because when
I’m dead if there’s nothing
I won’t even know it.
I won’t even know it.
I’ll just be dead and free
from worries and concerns.

Bob Boyd

You can’t trust the news anymore.
It’s biased and often untrue.
Whatever happened to objective
journalism and telling the truth?
Sometimes the news lies about
things we see with our own eyes.
They don’t even hide their lies
anymore or think we’re stupid.
How I pine for the days when
news was more objective and
less untrue and blatantly biased.

Bob Boyd

I look at the wrinkled, weathered face of an elderly woman,
and I can see the wrinkle free beauty she used to be.

A sadness like a shadow passes over me thinking about
how beautiful she once was.

I wish she could have kept her beauty forever instead of
aging robbing her of it.

I wish we all could stay young and wrinkle free forever.

I take solace in hoping that at some point we all become young and
beautiful forever when we die regardless of our imperfections and mistakes in this life.

Bob Boyd

There must be a name of a disorder
for people who lie all the time.
They change the truth to suit them
and act like everyone will believe their
false and fabricated untruths,
no matter how evident their lies are.
I’m not sure what compels them to
engage in such deceptive behavior.
Perhaps it’s inborn, an innate
unchangeable part of them, just as
one cannot change the DNA one
is defined by from birth.

Bob Boyd

I’ve never liked vultures.
Maybe I was brainwashed not to.
In movies like ghouls in the sky
I always saw them circling overhead
when someone was close to dying.
And I knew they was salivating to
macabrely eat the dead.
But now I see vultures as only
doing what they’re designed to do,
cleaning up the earth of rotting
carcases, like a public service, like a
street sweeper keeping things tidy
and swept up.

Bob Boyd